Pray for the victims of the shipwreck?  To whom?  I must ask.  To the benign, almighty Christian god who foresaw all this yet let it happen anyway?  

“Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent.
Is he both willing and able?  Then whence cometh evil? 
Is he neither able nor willing?  Then why call him God?"

                                                                                      -Epicurus

If we can imagine a better world, then surely god mustn't exist.  For such an awesome god would've created a world beyond our imaginations. 


*To the people who believe that this happened because god gave us free will:

Why do you associate free will with the ability to do evil?  Free will deals with decisions, not ability.  Human beings cannot fly on their own, but does this inability affect our free will?  Of course not.  Then why didn't god create us as creatures unable to commit evil?  After all, can god commit evil deeds?  If he can't, then does he have free will?  If he can but is unwilling, then why didn't he create us in his own image?  

So I'm single again, albeit we were never official.  I am absolutely convinced that this was for the better, but I find myself constantly looking at my ipad, longing for her. 

Maybe I should've read my "this is what it means to say goodbye," before I told her that it was over.  Well, at any rate, I still think she did most of the killing.  I merely pronounced it dead. 

I had a discussion with a Christian the other day and I spent most of today watching religious debates on Youtube.  I must say, the more I am exposed to all this, the more my position becomes  solidified.

The best argument for God is not rhetoric but bacon.  Omg it's so fucking good - maybe, just maybe it's a gift from God.

But really, the idea of vicarious redemption never made much sense to me.  Suppose that I'm Dr. Frankenstein*, and I've created a being.  But this monster just doesn't praise and worship me every second of the day like I intended him to.  I want him groveling at my feet, fawning and telling himself how worthless he is and how he can't do anything without me.  So I decide to destroy my creation but I have a better idea.  I decide to forgive the monster, by torturing and killing my own son.  I've brought my son back to life of course, using the techniques I've developed to create my monster in the first place.  The monster didn't really change, but because his sins were washed away by the death of my son, we can all live in peace.

What a ridiculous story.  Out of a gazillion different questions and comments that can arise, you'd probably have these three things to say.

1.  Why didn't I just forgive the monster?  Why kill my son in the first place and then resurrect him?

2.  Why am I so insecure that I need constant adoration by my own creation?

3.  I'd better keep my day job, because I'm a shitty creator.

You'd think that for an almighty God, the creator of the universe, forgiving humans on this tiny dust speck of a universe ought to be fairly simple.  But no, he has to forgive himself, by himself, for himself, in order to do so. 

I'd also contend that if you have to call for a substitute, it's not true forgiveness. What a ridiculous story.  I can't believe I took this seriously for so long. 

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*I'm so annoyed whenever people think that the name of the monster is Frankenstein.  Read!  The Doctor who did the creating is Frankenstein.  The monster actually doesn't have a name.